The Beatnuts - Let's Git Doe lyrics

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The Beatnuts - Let's Git Doe lyrics

(Fatman Scoop) *cough, cough* Ya ya, ya Fatman Scoop, Beatnuts Yo, yo, yo yo Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan Beatnuts, Beanuts, Beatnuts *echo out* (x2) (Psycho Les) Let's rock and roll Put some real hip hop in your soul Over this track there's no stoppin the flow Let's blast off in a ridiculous way Face off, like Nicolas Cage Slam pit, you get crushed, you should know better And now you stuck, like you don't know where to (go go) Make you a believer Chop you in the neck with a mothaf**in meat cleaver It's cool, you can fool the kids But you can't fool n***as that live The lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle (Fatman Scoop) (CHORUS) Everybody let's get doe (get doe) VIP in the disco (disco) What you drinkin on cris mo (cris mo) Light it up and get twisto (twisto) (x2) (Juju) Yo, don't think about work, don't think about sh** Don't drink just two shots, drink about six It's a party baby get that right Lotta ladies in the house tonight I'm f**in drunk and the music is tight It's the nuts and we at it again f** this sh**, either you or your friends better believe it Cuz the fun never ends, you know a live n***a never pretends Never cry about the money he spends Vacation mami, let that go, whatever happens here stay here, ain't that so? You s**y, better let that show Come over here and light that droe About love, we can make that slow (Fatman Scoop) You gotta bottle of Cris, throw it up, throw it up You got a bottle of Mo, throw it up, throw it up (x2) CHORUS (x2) (Psycho Les) Ain't nothin but crooks in here Everyone's high in here Beatnuts is pioneers Masters of the ceremony, takin it there Look at me, I'm a monster y'all created You met me once, now we related You goin' round town sayin Psych's my cousin b**hes see me on TV and scream 'That's my husband!' You want me to go down, down like Nelly But the dugout's smelly, so give me head and get the smell out the telly *Get the smell outta here* (Fatman Scoop) Go, go, go, go, go, go CHORUS (x2) All my ladies say uh oh *uh ohhhh* All my n***as say ay yo *ay yoooo* (x2) ay yoo, ay yoo, ay yoo, Beatnuts wild out (x4) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up